Romance Prompts Novels & Stories

“I know they aren’t fated mates like you and Jericho, but it got me excited for you and how everything will go tonight! You have to give me all the details later!” She’s such a hopeless romantic that I can’t help but smile at her. “I promise to give you some details later, but remember, this is just a first meeting, This is not going to be some perfect fairy tale where the prince sweeps me off my feet and we live happily ever after.”

The three of them approached me, and Liam was the first to lean in and place a lingering kiss on my forehead. “We have been waiting for you to come back, Red,” he whispered. “Prom is in a few days and we did not know who you wanted to go with. So we decided to ask you collectively.” I was at a loss for words. This was the most romantic thing anyone had ever tried to do for me. I felt so special. So seen. I was not sure that I deserved it. They were all so perfect. What have I done to deserve getting mated to them? Well, except Julian. I glanced at him and he looked the most nervous out of them because he knew he was the one with the least chance of getting me to accept him. He was right. I w

Dark exhaled several breath to calm himself down before concentrating on his mate, whose lips looks red amd a bit swollen from their kiss. Theo's heart ached with sadness and anger too, but he pushed those feelings aside, focusing instead on the love and desire that burned within him for his mate at that moment. He wanted to make this night special, to make Ashton feel loved and cherished, to show him that he was worthy of love and affection. And moreover, to show him that he was his Promise Mate! Ashton, too, felt a mix of emotions. He was nervous, unsure of what to expect, but he was also excited, eager to experience the love and passion that Theo had promised him.

He kisses below my jaw and plants a small kiss on my lips before pulling back. “This is our first time together and your comfort and satisfaction comes first. What do you want me to do to you, Jas? Does my princess want slow, passionate lovemaking or would you prefer rough, hard sex?” He asks once more, his hands wrapping around me from behind as he kisses down my shoulder. I didn't even have to think before responding. “Slow, gentle lovemaking. I don't want our bodies just colliding till we get off. I don't want empty sex. I've always been something of a hopeless romantic, I just never got the chance to show it when I was with ‘him’.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Talk turned light again, bad first dates we’d had before college, the time he burned dinner trying to impress me with pasta, my disastrous attempt at baking cookies that turned out like rocks. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows. We paid, walked back to the car hand in hand. No rush. The date felt like a bubble, sweet, romantic, just us. In the car, he turned to me before starting the engine. “Thank you for today.” I leaned over, kissed him soft and slow. “Thank you for being my partner.” He smiled against my lips. “Always.” He drove me home as the city lit up, the gala outfits waiting in the back seat.

And after a small pack on my lips he drives off. Sometimes i wonder if he's scared or something, scared of being too close to me.....we kiss and cuddle but that's it! But for me it's not enough! I want to be swept off my feet and burn down in desire by a real man, not this sweet pack thingy on the cheek or lips, it doesn't even make me feel anything!! But i don't want to break his heard by telling him that he needs to improve his romance skill, especially the kissing part!"

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

"I promised Dante that we'd do it at prom." "Oh, I see. A scheduled ruin." "But prom is still a few months away, and he's getting impatient. He asked me something naughty today in a text message." "What is that? Tell me." "He wants to... you know..." She winked, her hand trembling as she tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "What do you mean when you wink like that, Ruthie? Use your words. Be a bad girl for me." "Please, don't let me say it out loud."